Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 136 Master? (Kneeling for the first order)

"Dad, there are so many paintings here."

Pengpeng was hugged by Zhang Chong, and he yelled as soon as he walked into the exhibition center.

The art exhibition this time was led by the Education Bureau of Yuanshan District, and the event location was at the Jiangyang Convention and Exhibition Center.

There are not many places in Jiangyang that can hold large-scale events, and the convention center is one of them.It is indeed necessary to have such a large space. There are a total of [-] works exhibited, and these [-] works alone correspond to [-] children, and most of the families come together with several members like Zhang Zhong and his family.

Zhang Chong also saw eight or nine dozen people surrounding a child. It is estimated that this family is the parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts.

Such a situation often occurs in Huaxia families. The whole family is surrounded by a child, and the child's affairs are the top priority.

It's the same in Zhang Zhong's family, Peng Peng's matter is the top priority.

The hall of the convention and exhibition center is very open, but it seems a little crowded at the moment. The exhibited works are lined up in rows, and each row is blocked by a cordon to separate the visitors from the paintings. .

Zhang Zhong roughly counted, and there were about fifteen paintings in each row. He tiptoed to find his daughter's in the rows of paintings, but there were too many people, and he couldn't see the paintings in the back row.

Just when he was about to take his family to search side by side, Xu Yuhan's call came.

After she called Zhang Zhong to ask where they were, she told them to stand still, and she came to find them.

In just 2 minutes, Xu Yuhan walked out from the crowd, saw Zhang Zhong and walked over with a smile on his face.

"Pengpeng's booth is inside. It's a bit crowded today and it's hard to find. I'll take you inside."

Then she saw Hu Huifang and the others standing beside her, and said with a smile, "This is Pengpeng's grandparents, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I am Pengpeng's grandma, you must be Teacher Xu, Pengpeng always talks about you when you are free at home, saying that you are a nice person and patient in teaching, I always wanted to thank you in person, but I didn't find the opportunity. "Hu Huifang said with a smile.

Xu Yuhan was praised and said a little embarrassedly, "It's all what I should do. Auntie, you are younger than I thought, and you look like you are in your 40s."

Who doesn't like to hear compliments, Hu Huifang also smiled, "I'm almost sixty, Teacher Xu can really talk."

"Ahem, Teacher Xu, where is Pengpeng's booth?" Zhang Zhong asked.

"Oh, I'll take you there right now." Xu Yuhan nodded to Hu Huifang and Zhang Xingjun, ended the business bragging, and walked into the crowd.

After about seven or eight rows, Xu Yuhan stopped and pointed to the row next to her, "Hey, Peng Peng's painting is here."

Zhang Zhong looked in the direction she was pointing at, and this row alone was filled with little red riding hoods drawn by Peng Peng.

Originally, when Xu Yuhan said that Pengpeng had a special booth, he thought it was a special place, but it turned out that her paintings were placed in a row alone.

It's true, there are a total of fourteen paintings in this group of paintings of Little Red Riding Hood, and they are almost just enough to form a row.

It was the first time for Hu Huifang to see this group of paintings. She followed the paintings one by one and smiled after reading them, "Is this the painting of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?"

"Uh-huh."

When Pengpeng was at home, he would tell stories to his grandparents when he had nothing to do, so Hu Huifang and the others also knew this story.

At the moment, there is no one else standing in front of Pengpeng's booth except their family. The art exhibition has just started, and most of the people who come to see the exhibition are parents of their children, so they will go to their own family as soon as they come in. Children's paintings, of course, do not have the time and mood to look at other people's paintings.

However, a few people stood there chatting for a while, and an old man in a long coat came over and stood at the front of Peng Peng's screen to watch.

Several people who were talking were attracted by this old man, after all, what he was looking at now was Peng Peng's painting.

Zhang Xingjun poked his wife's arm, "Do you think that old man likes our Pengpeng's paintings?"

"I probably like it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have watched it for so long. Are you right, what do you think, son?"

Zhang Zhong stared at the old man in the long coat for a while, then shook his head, "I don't know."

"Why don't you ask?"

"..."

Zhang Zhong didn't ask, but the old man ran over by himself.

When he was looking at the painting just now, Zhang Zhong could only see his profile. Now that he walked over, Zhang Zhong could see his face clearly.

About the age of 50, he combed his hair back, has a ruddy complexion, two thick and vigorous eyebrows, and walked over with his hands behind his back, looking very dignified.

"Excuse me, are these paintings drawn by this kid?"

Before Zhang Zhong could make a sound, Pengpeng had already answered, "Yes, grandpa, these paintings were drawn by this kid."

"What's your name, kid?" the old man asked with a smile on his face.

Pengpeng was hugged by his father, and he was not afraid of life, so he said to the old man, "My name is Zhang Pengpeng."

The old man nodded, "Good name, did you draw these paintings?"

"Well, I drew them all."

"Oh, then you are really good."

After praising Peng Peng, the old man turned to look at Zhang Zhong, "You should be the father of this kid."

Zhang Zhong gave the old man a strange look, nodded and said, "Yes, what advice does the old man have?"

"Haha, I don't dare to take advice." The old man waved his hands again and again, "Let me introduce myself first. I am the teacher of Chinese painting at Bishop Yangmei. My surname is Fan and my name is Kezeng."

Rice abominable... such a good name.

Zhang Chong glanced at Xu Yuhan next to him, because she was also from Yangmei, so he wondered if she knew the teacher from Yangmei in front of her.

Xu Yuhan's eyes were a bit thought-provoking, staring at the old man with a half-smile, Zhang Zhong also felt a little bit of meaning.

Immediately he asked the old man, "I don't know what business Mr. Fan is here for?"

Fan Kezeng took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Zhong, "I came back from CAFA this time and set up a painting salon in my spare time, mainly to improve the level of Chinese painting in Jiangyang City. I passed by this art exhibition today. , I came in and saw Ling Qianjin's group of paintings are very spiritual, and I was born with a heart of love for talent, so I wanted to ask her if she had any ideas about learning Chinese painting."

"Oh? This is a great thing. I want my family to learn our own Chinese painting. I have no good teachers. I didn't expect such luck to meet Master Fan by chance. This is really a good fortune. Fan Master, where is your salon, I'll take Pengpeng to have a look later." Zhang Zhong showed a very interested look.

The joy on Fan Zeng's face became even stronger, and he said with a smile, "The address is on the business card. If you want to go, you can contact me at any time. As for the tuition fee, don't worry, parent. I also founded the Salon School with the mentality of doing public welfare. , will never charge too much.”

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